Prayerfully Poetic

A Collection of Prayerful Poems by Tim McGee

Sacrifice

  • The Arc of Freedom

    There is no condemnation.Not for me,not anymore.The chains have fallen,the verdict stands.Christ has borne it all. The Spirit breathes in me now,not the weight of law,but the wind of life.What the flesh could not carry,grace has lifted.What sin had brokenand love takes its place. I am no longer debtorto the old ways of death.I am Read more

  • The Vanishing Point

    I built a throne of words and willChiseled from dreams I dared to nameA kingdom rising, breath by breathUntil the mirror looked the same But in the hush a whisper cameNot thunder not a sky ablazeJust simple truth to truly liveIs not to shine but give way He must increaseThe stars that burn are not Read more

  • Who is this Jesus?

    He isbreath of life,the stillness in which the voice of Godspoke light into being.He walked in Eden’s hush,not as echo or wind,but as Presence. He isthe fire that burned without consuming,the whisper Moses could not name.He etched commandments into stone,and in the fullness of timeoffered His hands to be pierced by them. He isthe thunder Read more

  • What’s Good about Good Friday?

    Not the thorn,twisted cruelly into brow,nor the lash,ripping skin from bone,nor the jeering mouths,spitting scorn at Love Incarnate. Not the timber’s weight,splitting the shoulders of Innocence,nor the hammer’s pounding,sealing wrists to splintered wood,nor the blood, thickening the earth,unrecognized by the ones it would ransom. The good is deeper and more powerful,buried beneath agony,seeded in sorrow. Read more

  • The Stations of the Cross

    The Fourteenth Station, Jesus is laid in the Tomb The stone is rolled, and silence reigns,a hush of grief, a weight of pain.The hands that healed, the feet that walked,now still—no breath, no voice to talk. The ones who loved, who stood, who wept,press trembling hands where He once stepped.A mother’s touch, a mourner’s sigh,a Read more

  • The Stations of the Cross

    The Thirteenth Station, Jesus is taken down from the Cross A Mother’s Shared Sacrifice The sky exhales its final grief,the earth is still, holding its breath.All is finished. His Mother, Mary, kneels beneath the weightof a silence too vast for words.She does not wail,her sorrow is deeper than sound,a sea of aching lovecradling the broken Read more

  • The Stations of the Cross

    The Twelfth Station, Jesus Dies the Cross A Deathly Sacrifice The sky bruises, the earth quakes,as Love hangs suspendedbetween heaven and dust. Hands that shaped galaxies,now curled in agony,held fast by iron and our rebellion.Lips that called forth lightnow whisper a final word,“It is finished.” The sun averts its gaze,the temple veil shudders and tears,a Read more

  • The Stations of the Cross

    The Eleventh Station, Jesus is Nailed to the Cross A Piercing Sacrifice The hammer slams down, the nails drive deep,flesh torn by iron, love bound to wood.The weight of mercy held in place,pierced hands stretched wide in silent gift. The earth recoils, the heavens weep,yet Love does not resist the nails.He could unmake the hands Read more

  • The Stations of the Cross

    The Tenth Station, Jesus is Stripped of His Garments A Naked Sacrifice They take what is left,grimy hands pulling at the seams,ripping dignity from the bruised frameof the One who clothed the lilies. Dust rises, a bitter incense,as flesh, torn and raw,meets the chill of the world’s indifference.He stands exposed,not just His skin, but His Read more

  • The Stations of the Cross

    The Ninth Station, Jesus Falls a Third Time An Exhaustive Sacrifice The dust swirls as He falls again,body broken, breath faint,the weight of the world pressing deep. Does He stay down?Would we not? Yet love stirs where strength has failed.One trembling foot, one final push.He rises,because love will not leave us fallen. ________________________________________ Let us Read more